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That Tuesday night still vibrates in my bones when I nearly threw my earbuds against the studio wall. My MOONDROP SpaceTravels were reproducing Thom Yorke's falsetto like he was singing through wet towels while subway basslines bled into every frequency. Sweat pooled under my headphones as I stabbed at my phone's default EQ - sliding "Bass Boost" on and off like some deranged audio switchboard operator. My deadline loomed in three hours and all I had was sonic mush where crystalline vocals shoul